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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Bruised- 9/11 A remembrance

I am not dead,
I live to tell the story
Of a survived victim
of a past, in remembrance.

A decade of picking up the broken piecesof his last call,that I missedthe untouched cake I had made for himall now lost, left to a yesterday of my life.

Dad, will you forgive meit was me who insisted that you go off to work,Will you come back once to wish me luckI have a test tomorrow.

It hurts, it still doesto recall the last reverenceswhen we last touched, as you undid my chastityI still await my goodbye kiss, my love,weren't we meant to be?

What would I tell Henry when he grows upexcept how Brave his father had beenBut how do I let anyone else take your placeand yet, not let him feel your loss too?Tell me, How!

And thousand other stories followinto a dark ebb off silenceas they drench into the depth of blood and tearshoping to attain justice, one day.

The hurried last calls to dear onesThe cries, the fearstranscending thoughts of a future together

all now turned to broken pieces of glass

shreds of flesh and smokes of ashes, aglow.

All dreams, now a faded memorythe shudders still alive, like an echoing feartime cannot heal this pain,it shall come back, the 11th of September, every year..like a nightmare,an exhaled breath..It shall make its presence felt,In more than a thousand ways..

My tribute to all those who lost their lives in the Twin-tower attacks on the 11th of September, ten years back. The pain can never lessen, of the bereaved ones but I can only pray for them.And if this comes across to any of them,then I want to apologise for the inhumanity my race has brought into their lives..and I pray for You..May you find Peace.